February 1st, 2004
A Legacy in Wood, Glass, and Love
When my mother died while I was in college, my grandmother became like a mother to me.
The matriarch of our large Italian family, Grandma was a strong person who dealt with many trials in her long life. I could talk to her, and she would always have some sage advice for me. But I also distinctly remember her as a “cool” Grandma who watched Oprah and always had a funny comment. Our family calls them “Nannyisms.”
She was probably best known
for her prize-winning sauce in a contest sponsored by Monte’s restaurant in Brooklyn. Ever since I was a little girl, I remember eating her delicious fried meatballs and homemade bread.
Grandma comes to my houseWhen my grandmother gave me her breakfront…